Chapter 1

I am writing a work of erotic fiction. Here is the story so far:

Kelly had always been a reserved girl, content to keep to herself as she navigated the bustling campus of her university. At 18, she was still finding her footing in the world, balancing classes, a part-time job, and the occasional social engagement with her small circle of friends. Despite her introverted nature, Kelly had a quiet determination about her - she was driven to succeed and make the most of her college experience.

One day, while walking across campus, Kelly noticed a flyer tacked to a bulletin board. It caught her eye because of its bold headline: “Earn Money Participating in a Scientific Study!” Curious, Kelly stepped closer to read the details. The study was being conducted by the university’s psychology department and involved investigating female sexual response, specifically focusing on nipple and breast stimulation.

Kelly felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she read the description. She had never really explored this aspect of her own sexuality, and the idea of participating in such a study made her both nervous and intrigued. The flyer promised a generous compensation for participants, which definitely piqued Kelly’s interest. She was always looking for ways to earn extra money, and this seemed like an unusual but potentially lucrative opportunity.

After a moment’s hesitation, Kelly tore off one of the tabs at the bottom of the flyer with the contact information. She tucked it into her pocket, unsure if she would actually follow up but wanting to keep the option open. As she continued on her way to class, Kelly couldn’t help but wonder what the study would entail and whether she had the courage to sign up.

Kelly stood outside the psychology lab, clutching the tab from the flyer in her hand. She had spent the entire day thinking about the study, weighing the potential benefits against her reservations. The promise of extra money had ultimately won out, and now she found herself taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

Inside, the lab looked much like any other university office - sterile, functional, and devoid of personality. A receptionist sat behind a desk, typing away on her computer. She looked up as Kelly entered, raising an eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone neutral.

Kelly hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’m here to sign up as a test subject,” she said, trying to sound confident. “For the breast stimulation study.”

The receptionist nodded without surprise. “Okay, let me just grab the paperwork.” She handed Kelly a clipboard with a multi-page form attached. “Please fill this out completely. It includes some personal and medical history questions.”

As Kelly began filling out the form, she realized that some of the questions were quite invasive. They asked about her sexual history, including frequency of masturbation and number of partners. There were also detailed questions about her menstrual cycle and any past experiences with nipple or breast sensitivity. Kelly felt her cheeks flush as she answered each question as honestly as possible, wondering who would be reading this information.

Once she finished, Kelly returned the clipboard to the receptionist, trying not to make eye contact. “Thank you,” the woman said, barely glancing at the form. “Someone will be with you shortly.”

A few minutes later, a nurse in crisp white scrubs emerged from the back. “Kelly? Please come with me.” She led Kelly down a short hallway lined with doors, stopping at one marked “Exam Room 3.

The nurse handed Kelly a thin, disposable gown made of a lightweight material, similar to paper but slightly more durable. “Please remove all of your clothing and put this on,” she instructed. “The opening should be in the front.”

Kelly took the gown, feeling a surge of nervousness as she realized it was designed to leave her breasts exposed. The gown itself was essentially a sleeveless vest with a circular cutout for the head and two armholes. When Kelly slipped it on, she found that the neckline plunged deeply, leaving her breasts completely uncovered.

Moreover, the back of the gown was completely open, exposing her bare buttocks. There were no ties or fasteners to secure it closed, leaving Kelly feeling vulnerable and exposed from both front and back.

“This is ... quite an unusual gown,” Kelly ventured, trying to cover herself with her hands.

“It’s specifically designed for our study,” the nurse explained matter-of-factly. “We need easy access to your breasts for testing. Please sit down on the exam table and we’ll get started soon.”

Kelly perched gingerly on the edge of the table, acutely aware of her exposed body. She couldn’t help but wonder what the next steps of the study would involve and whether she had made a huge mistake by signing up.

Just as Kelly was starting to feel like she’d been waiting forever, the door to the exam room opened and a man walked in. He was tall, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. Kelly felt a flutter in her chest as he smiled, his lips curling up in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

“Hello, Kelly,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “My name is Dr. James. I’ll be leading your sessions here at the lab.”

Kelly tried to return his greeting, but all that came out was a nervous squeak. She was intensely aware of how exposed she was with her breasts bare and her bottom hanging out of the open-backed gown.

Dr. James seemed oblivious to her discomfort as he began explaining the purpose of the study. “As you know, we’re investigating female sexual response, specifically focusing on nipple and breast stimulation. We use a variety of techniques to measure physical responses, such as changes in nipple hardness, breast swelling, and even milk production in some cases.”

He paused, his eyes flicking down to Kelly’s exposed chest before returning to her face. “I want to confirm that you understand what this study entails and that you are giving your full consent to participate. You can withdraw at any time if you become uncomfortable.”

Kelly nodded eagerly, trying to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks. “Yes, I understand. I’m happy to participate.”

Dr. James smiled again, seeming pleased by her response. “Excellent. Moving forward, for our records, we’ll be referring to you as Subject 112. Is that acceptable to you?”

Kelly hesitated for a moment before nodding again. “Yes, that’s fine.”

Dr. James stepped closer to Kelly, his eyes fixed intently on her exposed breasts. “Let’s start with a basic examination,” he said, reaching out to cup one of her breasts in his hand.

Kelly felt a jolt of surprise at the casual way he handled her, as if her body were just another specimen to be studied. His touch was professional but firm, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver through her.

“Hmm, nice size and shape,” Dr. James murmured, seemingly talking to himself rather than to Kelly. “Subject 112 has moderately sized breasts, approximately B-cup. Nipples appear to be fairly sensitive...”

As he spoke, he began manipulating Kelly’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently back and forth. Kelly gasped softly at the sensation, feeling her nipples begin to harden under his touch.

“Good response,” Dr. James noted, still not looking at Kelly’s face. “We’ll need to take some measurements.” He reached for a tape measure on the counter and began wrapping it around Kelly’s bust, taking note of the circumference.

Throughout the examination, Dr. James continued to discuss Kelly’s body as if she weren’t present, using clinical terms to describe every aspect of her anatomy. It was both fascinating and unsettling to hear herself talked about in such a detached way, as if she were just a collection of body parts rather than a person with thoughts and feelings.

To her dismay as the examination continued, Kelly found herself growing increasingly aroused by Dr. James’ touch, despite the clinical nature of the encounter. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself this was just a scientific study, but she couldn’t deny that the tingling sensation in her breasts was causing a growing heat between her legs.

Dr. James turned his attention to the breast pump device, carefully preparing it for use. “Now, Subject 112, we’ll be testing your response to stimulation using this apparatus,” he explained, his voice clinical and detached.

As he approached Kelly with the clear plastic cylinders, she felt a surge of nervousness. The devices looked intimidating, and she couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like attached to her sensitive nipples.

Without asking permission or warning her, Dr. James lifted one of Kelly’s breasts and fitted the cylinder over her nipple. There was a soft whooshing sound as the seal formed, followed by a gentle tug as the suction began. Kelly gasped at the sensation - it was both strange and oddly pleasant, like having her nipple gently pulled.

The second cylinder was attached in the same manner, resulting in another soft whoosh and an increase in the pulling sensation. Kelly could feel her nipples being drawn into the cylinders, stretched slightly by the suction. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not entirely unpleasant.

As the machine hummed softly to life, Kelly realized that she had the power to stop this at any time. She could simply ask Dr. James to remove the devices and end the session. But something about the way she was being treated - like a specimen rather than a person - made her hesitate. It was as if her desires and boundaries didn’t matter, and all that counted was the data they were collecting.

Before starting the test, Dr. James warned, “Initially, you may experience some discomfort as your body adjusts to the stimulation. However, most subjects report that it quickly becomes pleasurable.”

Dr. James adjusted the settings on the control unit, and the breast pump sprang to life. A low, rhythmic humming filled the air as the cylinders began to alternate in suction, gently tugging on Kelly’s nipples with each pulse.

At first, the sensation was decidedly uncomfortable. Kelly’s nipples felt like they were being stretched and elongated with each cycle, sending sharp tingles through her breasts. She let out a small gasp, surprised by the intensity of the feeling.

The nurse, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room, stepped forward with what almost seemed like a hint of condescension in her smile. “It’s okay, dear. Just bear with it for a minute or two. I’m sure you’ll be enjoying yourself shortly.”